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Their eyes glance at me, I sense the awkwardness, what shall we say to him? You see I'm the man next door who's mind who they say has crossed the line , the Drs call it mental illness, I say that's a crime. For it is true that I'm chaotic and rapant at times,   creativity should be nurtured, not medicated and fined. You see I'm the man next door who's seen as 'unwell' for they see the police take me to the cells.   I tell you honestly that this is no curse, just a alternate state of mind, try opening your eyes, you maybe suprised.
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
They don't see
It's a sinous path and the whole way is endless It scares you so much and you are being senseless Bright fog and no light that's all you can see Darkness behind you, but you cannot feel me You fear the next step afraid of losing The limbo is real and reality is looming Nothing aside, no ups nor downs. Unless you get it through you will never get out Step, step. The door will be there It is all on you to figure out where
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
Get it through